Softly, slowly, recognizing all beats of my heart as they
find their way into this mind.
Resistance is low, yet fulfilling the purposes needed to
become a part of destiny.
Life is becoming, into it's own, playing fate's game in
it's entirety, completely to the end of life, where it
will then have been focused into heaven's realms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem